Thursday, April 12, 2007

Poem for Thursday

Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
By Jack Prelutsky

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.


Totally fried. No news besides laundry, unpacking, recording but not watching the third episode of The Tudors, taking son to violin after two weeks of no practicing, writing apologetic notes to teachers over extra days of school missed, reading the riot act over one particular grade on otherwise good report cards, overseeing homework, working lots on posting photos and trip reports that are not yet finished, etc. Going to go collapse!

A few sights we saw all over Britain: golden fields of flowers in sunlight...

...sheep with lambs dotting the countryside...

...and ring-necked pigeons among daffodils.

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